Author's Note: One of my first Buffy ficlets, and also one of my first few drabbles for LiveJournal's sunday100. Subject: reflection. It's kind of similar to my other entry, "Before You Die You See " but here goes anyway. Spoilers for "Dirty Girls."

The Bigger Picture

By Trisana McGraw

Shannon's blood was already drying, dulling the knife's shiny surface.

Caleb hated dirtying his best knife on some girl who wasn't the Slayer, but all the filthy girls needed to be taught a lesson -- or, in his case, several.

He turned his knife to the side, allowing it to absorb light. Blond hair, blue eyes, full lips flashed over its surface. He held it up; this time he saw long, tanned legs. Another turn, and a gutted corpse reflected off the cold metal.

Frowning, he wiped a speck of blood off. Made it hard to see the bigger picture.